Tre' Bandzz - Warzone (feat. Luh Kiddo & Nolia) Lyrics

Beating that block ima block-star, rock out go rockstar (ah)
Pop out da cut ima pop-star (ah), mission cool bitch it's a hot car
Pulled up they got far, fat shit done dumped off da hot car (skrrt)
Dump out the hot glocks too
Niggas be bitches they ain't gone shoot (gone shoot)
All my la niggas done banged on dukes (on dukes)
Accurate that's just that way I oop (oop)
Pass it to voe that's a AI oop
La sko and la ghost them my bang out dudes
If I just got one pole than Tre got two
If that shit get posted it ain't my truth
Not with a dick my vill clutching a nick (bandzz)
Creep in the dark see em rush em and blick (bandzz)
I stopped my whip how the f*ck did you miss (uh)
My youngins on go they like f*ck it re spin
Im dumping loads trying chase me a win
I'm dumping poles trying chase me a him
I'm getting skinny fizz chasing again
On the road wit my bro trying chase me a M
Catch em out I do em dirty
Pop 30 like 30
Cut and cut f*ck up the surgery
Post in the cut bitch we lurking, time to go purging
Bang the Glock time to go twerk it (fllt)
I get that guap no worries
Hop in the car go early
He got a rod he scary
I got a rod it bury
He gotta die for certain
Post inna cut with a big K
Act like he hard but he bitch made (fllt)
I'm getting up yeah In 6th place
Double my profit to 6k
I used to rob but I get cake
Still jack a rod that's a quick stain (uh)
Post down the burg with some fat,doubled up I got a fat dip (gotta fat dip)
This not a Glock this a catch him (fllt)
Trying no vest him (fllt)
I bet this glizzy gone fetch him (uh)
Blow at his chest and his neck up, they need the best luck
Circle back make sure we flat some (let's go)
Cut the pack get all the extra, twenty-three next up, get a deal slide inna tesla (uh)
Take it back clutching the nicky
Seven shots ready to flip it la slim on the side wit a switchy
30 clip itching to stick it
Shaking back stressing to get it couldn't cop in a minute (on villain I'm villain)
I get the pack at the bus stop
Plug got straight drop
Pushing that shit in a tank top
We park the whip when that K rock
Running through they spot
Circle back put em up Kay Flock (fllt)
Nigga A fool when I catch him I'm running I'm Gunnin' I really burn up with this button (I'm villain)
He crush shit he bluffing he posting a lo and I'm coming
Gone rush em and leave em in public
Whip out the glee and slump em (uhh)
Whip out my meat she suck it
Hit mine with teeth I'm punching
Suck with no teeth she gumming (bitch)
Think she with me she dummy (stupid)
Monday thru Sunday I'm feeling I'm needing more onions if twelve onna v ima stomp it
I got a few reasons for running
If bruh get to tweaking I'm busting no need for discussion (fllt, fllt)
He tried to backdoor I don't like the way he play, but I like the way he lay
I came out the cut trying give em a cut
Now he know when we bump I can't play no games
Nigga knew what it was when you got out the car
Big tykoon see this shit from afar nigga
You catch me on main ima trap at bar
Nigga knew what it was when I hopped out the car
Watch niggas getting da f*ck when I'm letting off the chop
Watch I break it apart ima take off the stock
Ian jump off the porch I jumped off the dock
I trapped inna debo
Ian wearing no croc
They thought I was sick a onion in my sock
Been dicking her down she want me to stop
Superstar of my hood the man on my block
Ima crook to the cops selling that drop
Push up if you want you gone get yo ass
I'm greasy as hell I never get caught
He talk to the twelve mane that nigga law
I done thugged some years and these the results
Still want his head ion care what it cost
Real tykoon i ain't talking about no bottle of liquor
Nigga play with this shit and get tossed
I came for to win i ain't taking no loss
I threw that shit in the cut I got shit in the vault
Nigga try to work me than that ass get chalked
Got some tricks up my sleeve just walk in the dark